A Cat Poem from 1888

Purrings

Excerpted from Good Housekeeping, May 26th, 1888

 
Oh, Bessie dear, to me be kind!

     Don't drive me from the cushioned chair,

When by the fire poor puss you find

     Prepared to spend the cold night there!

 
And Bessie, when I sing my song,

     Hoping to make you understand,

Why do you cry "Scat puss!  Go 'long!"

     And to the cellar drive your friend?

 
Perhaps you do not understand:

     But could I make my meaning clear,

And you'd my language at command,

     These are the words would meet your ear:

     "Imp-u-r-r-tinent p-u-r-rson, why p-u-r-r-sis in p-u-r-r-suing this p-u-r-r-nicious p-u-r-r-pose?  P-u-r-r-haps I can p-u-r-r-suade you to p-u-r-r-mit this p-u-r-r-secuted p-u-ss to p-u-r-r-severe in her p-u-r-r-pose of p-u-r-r-suing her nap in peace.  P-u-r-r-ched here she can p-u-r-r-petrate no p-u-r-r-nicious p-u-r-r-loinings of any p-u-r-r-son's app-u-r-r-tenances.

     This is the p-u-r-r-port of my p-u-r-r-petual p-u-r-r-ings.  I hope you will p-u-r-r-ceive them to be p-u-r-r-tinent and p-u-r-r-sausive, and will p-u-r-r-form what I p-u-r-r-ceive to be p-u-r-r-fectly p-u-r-rmissible.

                          From your p-u-r-r-secuted p-u-r-r-titioner,

                                                                               PUSSY.

                                                                                      -M.E.W.    

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